Any Way You Want It (Brand Clan #2)(28)

She groaned, arching into his mouth as he growled hoarsely, “And you taste so f*cking good.”

His tongue flayed the sensitive nub of her clit with slow, hot licks that felt so incredible, tears stung the backs of her eyes. No guy had ever eaten her out the way Remy did, stroking her clit and sucking the swollen flesh of her labia with just the right amount of pressure.

She moaned with pleasure, her fingers gripping the arms of the chair, her hips rocking against his mouth. The man could teach a master class on the art of cunnilingus, and she’d gladly volunteer to be his test subject every time.

“Remy,” she sobbed as he lapped at her cream, his tongue chasing the moisture down to her anus. When he licked the small hole, her hips bucked off the chair.

He caught and gripped her thighs, holding them apart as he stabbed his tongue into her *, bringing her to a hard, shuddering climax that made her scream.

Her body was still shaking from the aftershocks when he lifted her from the chair and sat down with her legs straddling his lap. His nostrils were flared, his lips glistening with her juices.

He pulled her dress up and over her head and tossed it aside. When the cool air hit her skin, she shivered.

He stared at her breasts spilling over the lacy cups of her black bra. Her pulse pounded as she watched him unhook the front clasp and slide the scrap of lingerie from her body.

Murmuring with husky appreciation, he lowered his head and closed his mouth over one breast. She gasped, her nipples elongating into tight, aching points as he suckled her. She closed her eyes and arched her head back as he cupped her breast and lifted it higher, deeper into his hungry mouth.

She shuddered, the hot stroke of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure to her womb. His mouth moved from one tit to the other, leaving her nipples wet and throbbing for more.

She ground against his thick erection, the soft cloth of his pants rasping against her clit and the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He raised his head from her breasts and took her mouth, kissing her deeply and ravenously. Sucking his tongue, she reached down and began unbuttoning his shirt. She got only halfway before impatience made her yank the rest open, popping and scattering buttons across the floor.

“Sorry,” she breathed against his mouth, ripping the shirt off his broad shoulders. “I’ll buy you another one.”

His low chuckle dissolved into a groan as she flicked her tongue against a flat, dark nipple that instantly hardened. She licked his other nipple, then kissed her way down his muscular torso as he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Rising from his lap, she knelt between his legs and tugged his pants and briefs down to his ankles.

As his heavy shaft jutted free, saliva pooled in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the thick base and leaned down, stroking her tongue over the plump head.

Remy jerked and swore hoarsely as pearly beads of precum leaked out. She lapped at the wetness like candy, then opened wide and took his engorged length down her throat. He growled with pleasure, his dick impossibly thickening inside her mouth.

She breathed deep, inhaling his heady masculine scent. And then she relaxed her jaw and began sucking him, hollowing out her cheeks to intensify the suction.

“Zandra,” he groaned, shoving his hands into her hair. “Ah, f*ck, that feels good.”

She glanced up his body to meet his eyes, trembling at the raw hunger she saw in his gaze.

She took his shaft deeper, scraping her teeth along the edges just enough to make him shudder and moan at the resulting sensation. His fingers bit into her scalp as she sucked him harder, her hand massaging his swollen balls until they tightened to bursting.

Remy thrust his hips forward, f*cking her mouth as saliva and precum dripped from the corners.

Suddenly he tensed and fisted his cock, pumping his hot seed down the back of her throat. Zandra swallowed every drop, savoring his clean, salty taste.

Gasping for breath, Remy closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the chair.

Pulse racing, clit throbbing, Zandra rose from her knees and climbed back into his lap. She knew it wouldn’t take him long to regroup. The man possessed the kind of stamina that belonged in a world record book.

Straddling his thighs, she licked his goateed chin and rubbed her drenched cleft against the short, springy curls covering his groin.

Sure enough, his cock swelled and sprang to attention.

Her heart thundered as he lifted his head and met her hungry gaze. He smiled seductively and licked at her lips, then grasped her hips and impaled her on his hard shaft.

Her breath hissed out of her as her muscles clenched tightly around him, making him groan. She bit her lip and gripped his shoulders as he began rocking inside her. Slowly, languorously. Taking his time.

She stared into his eyes in dazed fascination, marveling at his complete mastery of her body. How could she have thought that she was done with him? Done with this? She must have been out of her mind.

Needing him to move faster, she squeezed her muscles around his cock. His eyes flashed and he smacked her ass, sending spikes of tingling heat to her womb that almost made her come.

She heeded the silent rebuke, and before long he was moving deeper and faster, each stroke searing the sensitized flesh of her *. Her pulse soared as she caught his rhythm and began riding him, breasts bouncing up and down, hips pistoning back and forth on his thighs.

“Fuck, Zandra,” he panted as he licked and sucked her bottom lip, then coiled his tongue around hers. “Can’t get enough of you, baby.”